iyO LETTERS FROM THE I met to-day at Tersan's your old acquaint- ance PAbb6 de Londres, as brisk as bottled ale, and ten years younger than he was when we knew him. Tersan tells me that Le Vaillant's ci-devant wife has taken to herself another husband. The Directory went yesterday to Notre Dame in procession, to commemorate the King's execu- tion. They were in their own plain coaches, one servant out of livery behind, themselves en grand costume; a number of troops before, trumpeting, &c. There was no crowd, and the mob was quite quiet. I stood to see them at my ease on the Pont Neul In Notre Dame they sat under the centre tower, where the bells used to hang, and some people, who had got up there to see, pulled down through the poles a shower of dust and dirt upon Reubel's head. Natalie's son -died in London, where he was with his father, and was, they think, doctored to death. She was in dreadful grief when the news was broken to her. I dined yesterday with Perregaux and la belle Hortense. I am much better since I got back to my old air of Faubourg St. Germain; the excessive noise of the Rue Honor6 gave me headaches. I am now in the Maison d'Orleans, Rue des Petits Augustins.